“Hey. You doin’ okay doll?” Sonny took your hand in his and gave it a small squeeze.

Turning your tearful gaze to Sonny all you could manage was a shake of your head. You took a steadying breath. “Jonesy was such a good dog, Sonny. When you were undercover, working late I never felt scared or lonely.”

“He took care of all of us, doll.  We were lucky to have him”, he pulled you up from the the plastic chair of the vets waiting room and hugged you to him. Sonny’s eyes filled with tears as he soothed your hair.